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A new day a new haiku
Long black lines lay low
Deep below the still meadow
Curled up in hiding
On the island’s brink
Fog and mist and rain roll in
Over the summit
Wander the old ways
Hunting for hidden answers
Finding more questions
As the journey ends
Fold up the map and follow
The warm glow of home
Perfect summer days
Sweetened by their scarcity
Ripened by memory
Questions unanswered
A hungry hole in my soul
Puzzles left unsolved
I’ve got my wires crossed
Tangled in the deep dark ground
Feeding on decay
What else can you make?
Why must you always consume?
What else can you learn?
Some drips whirl in pools
Some drops rush straight to the sea
We all long to be
River ripples run
Steadily slip through eddies
Washing dreams away
Why do I waste days
When these old mills waste away?
The old ways don’t pay
Clouds followed me home
They lay low in the meadow
Everywhere I go
Wherever I climb
Though I wind and bend and twine
I never quite fit
The still surface slides
Below nymphs and larvae hide
Water boatmen glide
In layers of rock
I am reduced grain by grain
To the dust I am
Black waves roll and break
Against cold lines of grey slate
No hope or remorse
Fabled footpaths found
Wound around the valley edge
Distant hills resound
Grasses on grasses
Lay down in long layered lines
For the sun to dry
Yellow seeds rattle
As the evening winds pick up
Scatter us again
Light breaks across clouds
A mirror of the windrows
Closing the divide
If choices exist
They do so in abundance
We know only one
I catch the last sun
Seal it in to everything
Store it for winter
Between sea and shore
Infinite horizons shift
Can I live them all?
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